Harry Styles Imagines

19 - Science (au) PART 1

SCIENCE (PART 1)

                                  I take a seat in the back of the classroom, waiting for my science teacher to walk in. The chair next to me is empty, as always, because there is just no one sitting. I don't get bullied or anything but my friends are already sitting else where. But I don't have a problem with it.

 Finally, the teacher walks in and his eyes scan the class, looking every seat is taken. He nods but the crease between his eyebrows does not disappear. All of a sudden the door swings open and a guy, I have never seen before, walks in hectically.

 "Late on your first day?" Our teacher asks and the new guy mumbles a quiet 'sorry'. It is weird that there is a new student at our school since we are in the middle of the school year.

 "Well since we luckily haven't started yet you can introduce yourself to the class." He instructs and the new guy nods. He runs his long, slender fingers through his thick curly hair. For a second he has his lip between his teeth, eyeing us with his green eyes. He is dressed in black pants and a black shirt but he threw a red flannel over. A brown bag is hanging off his shoulder.

 "Uh, hi. My name's Harry Styles and I'm from England." He tells us and his british accent is so strong I could listen to it all day. Why would anyone move from England to the US anyway?

 "So, good morning, Harry, you can sit wherever is an empty seat." Our teacher says and points at three empty seats. Harry looks at each one of them and starts moving. Some guy in the front stretches out his leg and Harry trips over it but luckily does not fall over. The girl next to him swats the guy's arm and tells him he is "a meanie".

 Harry approaches the seat next to me. Groaning, I take my bag from the chair for him to sit down. Our science teacher has already started talking. I look around class and I can see at least four girls staring at Harry with hearts in their eyes. He only introduced himself and girls are already crushing on him. But I do have to admit that he is pretty attractive.

 His long, skinny legs hit the edge of the table and he curses under his breath as he adjusts himself on the chair. I don't know why but his chair is pretty close to mine and our shoulders are like only inches away so when I try to move my chair a bit I step onto his foot.

 "Oops." I mutter and awkwardly move away.

 "You better be." I hear his deep voice, followed by a chuckle.

 "I said oops and not sorry." I tell him and turn my head to him only to see his marvelous green eyes admiring me. I find myself smiling at him because I just can't otherwise. He gives me crooked smile back.

 "Oh, sorry then." Harry whispers and his ring finger and thumb play with his bottom lip. My eyes fall onto his lips which have a nice shade of red but also pink. It is difficult to describe them because they are just so full and, I don't know, beautiful?

 "You better be." I say and tear my glance away from his lips and back to the teacher. But when I turn my head back to him I catch him still staring at me.

 "You're staring." I remind him and he just nods, a playful smirk on his lips.

 "I know."

 "You should listen to what he is saying." I say and turn my head away again. I don't know what this boy is doing but I really enjoy the way he is staring at me.

 "What's your name?"

 "Y/N." I answer and he nods.

 "Y/N, would you like to show me around town?" Harry offers and I giggle quietly. We both receive a glare from our teacher and I quickly look down, feeling the blood rushing to my cheeks.

 "Because I'd really like to see you again." Harry whispers, incredibly close to my ear. So close that I can even feel his breath tickling my ear. When I look at him again he still wears this attractive smirk.

 "You see me at school."

 "But I'd like to see you after school, too." Harry insists and I roll my eyes at the cute boy beside me. A smile lingering on my lips, though. I don't even know him for a day and I have already decided that I like him. He seems sweet, a bit dorky but it's adorable.

 "What made you and your parents move here?"

 "Changing the topic, eh?" Harry jokes and jots something down onto his paper, "My father has a new job." He shrugs.

 "Y/N and Harry! Be quiet!" Our teacher yells and interrupts our little conversation. Both of us immediately are quiet and I look down ashamed. I have never been yelled at from my teacher and of course now everyone is looking at us.

 Harry and I secretly talk and laugh during the lesson until it finally ends. I pick my bag up from the floor and try to pass Harry but his warm fingers wrap around my wrist.

 "Are you free this afternoon, Y/N?" Harry asks again.

 "Maybe." I say, grinning. Harry's green eyes light up with excitement.

 "C'mon, Y/N. What's wrong with me?" He says and I pull my arm out of his grip to walk out of the classroom.

 "Nothing's wrong with you. You're cute." I say, shrugging and approach my group of friends who are waiting for me. Harry looks after me, his little smirk still on his lips.

 "That's it, right? You don't wanna hang out with me because I'm only cute?" Harry asks, pouting. It seems that I can't stop smiling when I'm talking to him. He walks toward me, wanting to leave the classroom as well.

 "You're an idiot."

 "Go out with me." He demands with a smile, his books pressed against his chest as he accompanies me.

 "We barely know each other?"

 "That's changeable." Harry counters and leans against the closed lockers while I open mine to put my books into it. I don't know why he seems to be so obsessed with me and the idea of me showing him around. Especially since we only know us for an hour or something around that.

 I close my locker and lean against it as well. I stare at him, admiring his brunette curls and his sparkly green eyes. I'd be insane if I say no to showing him around. I saw the way girls in science have looked at the british guy in front of me.

 "Alright. Today, right after school?" I ask and Harry nods, his smile growing and only now I recognize the two adorable dimples in his cheeks. Harry leans in a bit and presses a kiss to my right cheek where a redness appears.

 "See you then, beautiful."